BENJA: A herbal push! Daniso? He doesn't strike me as someone who would willfully take mugfuls of anything without a prescription.
JFK: You never know. You see, men your age bother their women almost on
a daily basis. Oh, yes. Women even run out of headache themed excuses.
BENJA: No way!
JFK: Oh yes! Women even end up going to nights of prayer just to get away
from their demanding husbands. Some even cut a finger or two to produce
some blood to use in faking an out-of-sync that time of the month.
BENJA: Don't tell me.
JFK: Uhmm. Anyway, women get tired. But as the years go by, it's the
women who do the bothering, and it's us the men who've to come up with
excuses. Not on a daily basis, thankfully.
BENJA: You can't be serious?
JFK: Young man, I'm dead serious. Say a man fulfilled his duties on a
Friday ... in the wee hours of the morning because he would be applying for a visa for a
Fathers' Day outing later in the day ... and on a Wednesday the wife
felt like she was due a repeat ...
BENJA: And ...?
Iwee! "Kodi mai, bwanji kodi?" he would protest. "Sitapanga
dzana-dzana lomweli ... yeah, we did it just the other day, not so"
BENJA: Then a herbal push would be the answer, no? Or the blue pill, if one can afford it.
JFK: But not without a prescription, young man. Haven't you ever heard of men orgasming themselves to death?